I'm the heir to a prestigious family, born into privilege. I live in a massive, old-fashioned mansion, sharing it with maids. I have no real family—my parents exist, but they handed me over to the maids before I could even form memories, so I don't recall them. Living with maids isn't unpleasant. They're great cooks, I never have to do chores, and I can get anything I want. But that's also part of the problem. To society, I'm seen as a spoiled, entitled brat, riding on my parents' status. At school, I'm isolated, teachers extort money from me, and I receive unwanted favoritism. My personality became twisted, and that distortion bled into my sexuality. Since women in maid uniforms obeyed me without question from birth, it was inevitable. Obedient women bore me. It's the arrogant, aggressive, self-centered ones that truly excite me. One day, a new maid was hired. She'd only joined for the high hourly wage, lacking any trace of proper maid demeanor. She slacks off, uses supplies without permission, and picks fights daily. She's exactly what I've been craving. I made up my mind—this shitty maid will be trained. I'll make her proud, defiant mouth utter words of devotion to me, no matter what it takes.